Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead
Moulded from rot and souls, Loimos is born as an undead, as a skeleton. An undead linked to the weakest category of its kind, yet, he has something no other of the dead have. He is pure. Follow the journey of Loimos as he fulfils his duty and hunts down the living with extreme prejudice and faces off with the hypocrisy of those who live in death. In a world thriving with life, magic and heroes, he stands as the solution and its end.
What An Amicable Corpse
The things you were looking for often ended up standing right outside of your sight, and indeed, just beyond Loimos's enormous range of perception, just off to the left, there was wide island surrounded by crystal clear water, with only animals swimming kilometers around, upon which a humble nation sat, a theocracy of sorts that had formed around a spinning sphere of light that floated in the middle of the land.
When he had scoured the memories of those lost fishermen, who had somehow ended up well away from their homeland and had also been heading in a completely wrong direction, there had been many images of this sphere, which was clearly a rather unstable portal to another realm, they viewed it as a benevolent entity as sometimes, mysterious objects would emerge from its light.